And this battle’s yet begun
There’s many lost but tell me, who has won?
The trench is dug within our hearts
And mothers, children, brothers, sisters torn apart

Sunday bloody Sunday
Sunday bloody Sunday

How long, how long must we sing this song?
How long, how long?
Tonight, we can be as one, tonight
Tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight

Yep, alright, may I introduce to you on bass guitar
And the reason we are all here tonight
Adam Clayton
Behind me here, Larry Mullen Junior

Everybody
No more
No more
No more
No more
No more…
No more what?
No more Belfast? Derry?
On the contrary, we want to see Belfast and Derry shine
Like lights that they are
No more, what?
No more, no more, no more
So sick of it, so sick of it, so sick of it
No more